Here are a few poems we wrote, inspired by the best poet we know; Medha. They're definitely not as good as hers, but they're our best... And they're for her. :)
The sky was yellow; It was summer time,
Time began to slow down with the last bell chime.
Battered, bruised and torn we were,
But as the sun shone it became clear.
Bitches come and bitches go,
They don't matter; we now know.
There's always a new day
Another chance to look at things in a different way.
So we decided that it didn't matter,
'cause we don't have anyone to flatter.
We made a fresh start with a new class,
Lived in the now and let everything else pass.
There was laughter, happiness and a few tears
but never let anything arouse our fears.
So here we are, with a whole life ahead!
And we're raring to go, 'cause we're not yet dead.
That's what she said.
Sam was left bitter by a bitch,
Medha had to deal with someone gay.
Mahathi, too, was caught up in a glitch.
But in a while, everything was okay!
Because in eachother, they found a friend;
A very good one at that,
And they knew they'd stay till the end,
No matter what!
I entered the college, all sad and morose,
I shuddered within, as the heavy door closed.
Unknown faces, unknows walls
I just hoped I wouldn't trip and fall
RC came to deliver the first lecture
I guess the walls were of a green texture.
She was sitting in the first bench,
But going that far would be like jumping into a trench.
I settled for a seat in the last row.
Who sat next to me? I didn't know.
Days went by and months flew,
I made a few new friends, apart from that nothing new.
Initially it was a lot of fun
But she was the closest, no pun.
Life is not always filled with sunshine,
Sometimes things are just not fine.
Times change, people change, they say,
But we both stuck close, come what may.
There were exams, bitches, and bad people
Sometimes made us cry and turn shades of purple.
But we can always make a new beginning;
New year, new books and a new inning.
We started afresh once again,
Surely it wasn't in vain.
We've been through a lot and I'm sure there's more to come...
Just remember I'll always be there and never run. :)
A bitch's cousin must be a bitch too
Was the first conclusion to which I flew.
And then I got to know her;
The first thing I noticed was her rude sense of humour.
I thought she was a girl who never paid and she was way too open
But I knew too little to judge; I hadn't known that then.
I came to discover her talents
And then I started thinking with sense.
Now she's my best friend and my gay partner!
I can't tell you how much I love her. <3
The days of boredom in Chaitanya, as supposed
Were different for us, quite opposed.
Eight to seven, next to our best friends
You tell me why we would want to make amends?
Into the room, early in the morning the JL would enter
To us, she was just this bloody hunter.
In and out the teachers would walk,
Mindless of their boring drone, we would talk!
Be it just chit chat, bingo or the movie game,
On and on we'd write, with no tinge of shame.
We knew everything about eachother's lives
About who's uncle had three wives!
It was common knowledge that SK was born gay
But never did we let that come in our way!
Ofcourse, Medha was never born at all.
Our crazy lingo would drive people up the wall.
I'll cherish all of our crazy lunch breaks
When we laughed till our stomach aches.
I'll never be able to forget these two whacky years
Who knew someone could have as much fun without touching beers!
12.50 p.m. is the time when we come alive,
After four hours of crap, it's finally time to jive!
Food is such a cheerful thought;
It can take us through any drought.
The bench in the corner is our lair
The fun we had there can't compare!
Sammy's bestie, the curtain is our neighbour
Yes, we're crazy. Don't judge our calibre.
Then ofcourse, comes the yummy stuff
Rolls, KC burger, Avakai annam, we can never get enough!
We hog like we haven't eaten in days
But who cares about calories when tasty food comes our way!
Scraps of paper we hid in our books,
And exchanged nervous glances under Medha's questioning looks.
Little did she know what was in store
Her grand 17th b'day and SO much more.
We stopped buying unnecessary junk to eat
Saving money was such a feat.
Brainstorms in the middle of boring classes
We'd jot them down before the teacher looked through her glasses.
Hundreds of paper texts we exchanged
After writing so much, our fingers pained.
So many secrets we had to contain
Our excitement could hardly be tamed.
I hope you understand our lies and pretences,
You'll get to know once 26th Jan commences!
Twenty two nights left for the big day,
I hope it don't burst with excitement before it; I actually may!
How many more dates to cross out in the calender
We've already bought things from the vendor.
What we need to have is a sleepover,
And till then, over me the ghost of anxiety shall hover.
We still have to cut, colour and stick,
And then stay till and wait for the clock to tick.
The day's nearing, Medha will probably cry
And we won't be able to control our laughter, as much as we try! 3:)
26th of January is Republic Day,
There's a parade in Delhi, hooray! :D
Oh wait! Aren't we forgetting something else?
It's Med-haha's birdday too, I tells! O:)
How old is she now?
Seventeen already? Holy cow!
She might have aged a bit, let's say?
You mean sprouted a brain? No way!
Sarcastic, bitchy, funny and sometimes rude,
No matter what, we'll always love you dyude!! :) <3
In the darkness of twelve o' clock,
I'll call and Medha will wake up in shock.
I'll wish her a very happy birthday!
She'll reply and sleepily put the phone away.
It's going to be an anxious wait for the noon...
We'd be wanting the pardee to hurry up and come soon!
There'll be all her friends and foes,
Giving her gifts; maybe a greeting and a rose.
We'll give her our gift, bright and cheery
And sit back and wait till she gets all teary!
We won't even console...
If we do, then who's going to take the photographer's role? :P
The sky was yellow; It was summer time,
Time began to slow down with the last bell chime.
Battered, bruised and torn we were,
But as the sun shone it became clear.
Bitches come and bitches go,
They don't matter; we now know.
There's always a new day
Another chance to look at things in a different way.
So we decided that it didn't matter,
'cause we don't have anyone to flatter.
We made a fresh start with a new class,
Lived in the now and let everything else pass.
There was laughter, happiness and a few tears
but never let anything arouse our fears.
So here we are, with a whole life ahead!
And we're raring to go, 'cause we're not yet dead.
That's what she said.
Sam was left bitter by a bitch,
Medha had to deal with someone gay.
Mahathi, too, was caught up in a glitch.
But in a while, everything was okay!
Because in eachother, they found a friend;
A very good one at that,
And they knew they'd stay till the end,
No matter what!
I entered the college, all sad and morose,
I shuddered within, as the heavy door closed.
Unknown faces, unknows walls
I just hoped I wouldn't trip and fall
RC came to deliver the first lecture
I guess the walls were of a green texture.
She was sitting in the first bench,
But going that far would be like jumping into a trench.
I settled for a seat in the last row.
Who sat next to me? I didn't know.
Days went by and months flew,
I made a few new friends, apart from that nothing new.
Initially it was a lot of fun
But she was the closest, no pun.
Life is not always filled with sunshine,
Sometimes things are just not fine.
Times change, people change, they say,
But we both stuck close, come what may.
There were exams, bitches, and bad people
Sometimes made us cry and turn shades of purple.
But we can always make a new beginning;
New year, new books and a new inning.
We started afresh once again,
Surely it wasn't in vain.
We've been through a lot and I'm sure there's more to come...
Just remember I'll always be there and never run. :)
A bitch's cousin must be a bitch too
Was the first conclusion to which I flew.
And then I got to know her;
The first thing I noticed was her rude sense of humour.
I thought she was a girl who never paid and she was way too open
But I knew too little to judge; I hadn't known that then.
I came to discover her talents
And then I started thinking with sense.
Now she's my best friend and my gay partner!
I can't tell you how much I love her. <3
The days of boredom in Chaitanya, as supposed
Were different for us, quite opposed.
Eight to seven, next to our best friends
You tell me why we would want to make amends?
Into the room, early in the morning the JL would enter
To us, she was just this bloody hunter.
In and out the teachers would walk,
Mindless of their boring drone, we would talk!
Be it just chit chat, bingo or the movie game,
On and on we'd write, with no tinge of shame.
We knew everything about eachother's lives
About who's uncle had three wives!
It was common knowledge that SK was born gay
But never did we let that come in our way!
Ofcourse, Medha was never born at all.
Our crazy lingo would drive people up the wall.
I'll cherish all of our crazy lunch breaks
When we laughed till our stomach aches.
I'll never be able to forget these two whacky years
Who knew someone could have as much fun without touching beers!
12.50 p.m. is the time when we come alive,
After four hours of crap, it's finally time to jive!
Food is such a cheerful thought;
It can take us through any drought.
The bench in the corner is our lair
The fun we had there can't compare!
Sammy's bestie, the curtain is our neighbour
Yes, we're crazy. Don't judge our calibre.
Then ofcourse, comes the yummy stuff
Rolls, KC burger, Avakai annam, we can never get enough!
We hog like we haven't eaten in days
But who cares about calories when tasty food comes our way!
Scraps of paper we hid in our books,
And exchanged nervous glances under Medha's questioning looks.
Little did she know what was in store
Her grand 17th b'day and SO much more.
We stopped buying unnecessary junk to eat
Saving money was such a feat.
Brainstorms in the middle of boring classes
We'd jot them down before the teacher looked through her glasses.
Hundreds of paper texts we exchanged
After writing so much, our fingers pained.
So many secrets we had to contain
Our excitement could hardly be tamed.
I hope you understand our lies and pretences,
You'll get to know once 26th Jan commences!
Twenty two nights left for the big day,
I hope it don't burst with excitement before it; I actually may!
How many more dates to cross out in the calender
We've already bought things from the vendor.
What we need to have is a sleepover,
And till then, over me the ghost of anxiety shall hover.
We still have to cut, colour and stick,
And then stay till and wait for the clock to tick.
The day's nearing, Medha will probably cry
And we won't be able to control our laughter, as much as we try! 3:)
26th of January is Republic Day,
There's a parade in Delhi, hooray! :D
Oh wait! Aren't we forgetting something else?
It's Med-haha's birdday too, I tells! O:)
How old is she now?
Seventeen already? Holy cow!
She might have aged a bit, let's say?
You mean sprouted a brain? No way!
Sarcastic, bitchy, funny and sometimes rude,
No matter what, we'll always love you dyude!! :) <3
In the darkness of twelve o' clock,
I'll call and Medha will wake up in shock.
I'll wish her a very happy birthday!
She'll reply and sleepily put the phone away.
It's going to be an anxious wait for the noon...
We'd be wanting the pardee to hurry up and come soon!
There'll be all her friends and foes,
Giving her gifts; maybe a greeting and a rose.
We'll give her our gift, bright and cheery
And sit back and wait till she gets all teary!
We won't even console...
If we do, then who's going to take the photographer's role? :P
